Saturday, February 9
Rather than meditate and read something spiritual when I woke up, as planned, I checked email again.
“I let Tom go to Cooper's sleepover,” JB wrote. “A little reluctantly but he really wanted to go. I hope you had a nice time for your birthday. I left something for you on the porch, in case you didn't see it. I'll have Tom back to you at 1 tomorrow. I assume you want him at home with you next weekend, but I'd be happy to have him.”
I walked out on the porch. There were flowers and a card on the wicker couch. I walked back into the house, tossed the flowers on the kitchen table, and opened the card.
“Brenda, Happy birthday. I am sorry about the ‘Mad Men’ thing. It was thoughtless. Please accept the flowers as apology. And I do have a soul.”
I threw the card facedown on the kitchen counter. I didn’t want JB’s flowers or card. I’d give the flowers to Jody when she picked me up for dinner later. She was taking me out for my birthday.
I drove to the barn and galloped BlackJack around in the snow. When I returned, I picked the flowers off the kitchen table and held them over the trashcan. I couldn’t stuff them in. I tossed them on the front porch for Jody.
When Jody arrived, I gave her the flowers. “These are from JB. I don’t want them but I hope you enjoy them. They’re lovely.”
“Mitch is leaving me flowers, too,” Jody said, referring to her ex-boyfriend. “I threw the last bunch out. I’ll give them to you next time.”
A cute little gift bag sat on my seat.
“You didn’t have to,” I said.
“I know, it’s just little stuff,” she said.
Jody treated me to a delicious dinner of red snapper, hummus, and stuffed grape leaves. I opened my gift bag. There was a beautiful gold sunburst charm necklace with a card that read, “Accomplish magnificent things. Make a wish and put on your necklace. Get ready to accomplish the incredible! You can do whatever you set your mind and your heart to. Wear your necklace as a reminder that you are capable of anything you imagine.”
I started crying and reached across the table and squeezed Jody’s hand. Hard.
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